Chapter 1227： Kneel down and kowtow to me!
The handsome young man laughed at this scene!
In fact, his family is not a big family in Qingzhou City.
In Qingzhou City, he was often bullied by the children of those big families.
But after I left Qingzhou City, I felt completely different from the past.
He found that no one dared to provoke him after leaving Qingzhou City, which also made him extremely arrogant!
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the guard leader in heavy red armor standing next to him cast his eyes to one place.
After following the gaze of the guard leader, he lightly raised his brows, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's kind of interesting!"
It turned out that from the end of his sight, he saw a person and slowly walked over.
This person is a young man, tall and strong, wearing an ordinary green robe.
At a glance, I knew it was a civilian child.
What is striking is that he is carrying an extremely huge knife on his back, which is five or six meters in length and is much wider than him.
There was an iron chain tens of meters long wrapped around it. At this time, the boy tied the iron chain to himself.
This young man carried him on his back, so that people could only see the knife at a glance, and would even ignore the young man under the knife.
From a distance, it looks like this knife is moving by itself!
At this time, it was midwinter, and the cold wind was harsh, and he only wore a simple blue robe, sweat dripping down his forehead.
His clothes were soaked, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily.
Obviously, this giant knife on his back is a great drain on him! He was so tired that he shook his figure, and every step he took was very difficult!
But even so, the young man still held his head high and straightened his chest, like a javelin without bending!
At this time, not only them, but other people above the officialdom also saw this scene.
Everyone suddenly uttered a low exclamation!
"Such a big knife, how heavy is it?"
"I estimate that this knife will weigh at least ten to twenty thousand catties!"
"God, doesn't this mean that this young man is carrying a heavy object weighing ten to twenty thousand catties at this time?"
"Yes, this young man's power is really tyrannical, he is not very old, but I see from the power point of view, he at least has the cultivation base of entering the Tianhe realm! It's amazing!" A white-haired old man , Twirling his beard and sighed softly!
The old man who had just reprimanded the sturdy young man again slapped the stalwart young man on the back of his head and whispered:
"Have you seen? He is called a young Junjie! You were able to do it just now, that's just stupid!"
For a time on the official road, everyone, all the caravan's eyes were attracted by this young man, there was a lot of discussion, and his face showed awe!
And the boy, as if he didn't feel it, still moved forward with difficulty step by step.
At this time, the red-robed youth in the inn, his face became a little ugly.
He felt that this youth in Qingpao had robbed him of the limelight and made everyone focus on him.
When he was in Qingzhou, he was often ignored and looked down upon by others, so at this time he cared about whether others value him or not.
So, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said slightly mockingly: "It's just a pariah who can't even afford a mustard bag. What's to envy?"
At this time, the Qingpao boy was walking to the front of the inn, and he also heard this.
The boy in Qingpao paused slightly, raised his brows, but then walked forward.
He didn't even look inside the inn at all. He was still full of indifference in his expression, walking forward step by step!
Some people from the caravan looked at the inn and felt the eyes of others. The red-robed youth laughed and said:
"Why? Am I wrong? If he had the money to buy a mustard bag, would he not put the knife in the mustard bag? Instead, he carried it directly on his shoulder?"
"If he has a mustard bag but doesn't put this knife in it, that would be extremely stupid! So, either he is a poor man or a fool!"
"Haha, am I right?"
As he spoke, he burst into laughter.
The guards and stewards around him also laughed in sympathy, and they sneered at the Qingpao boy one after another.
"Yes, I see, this is an idiot."
"This broken piece of iron is so heavy that it can be put in a mustard bag, but he doesn't let it go. He is so tired that he is going to die! Isn't it a fool?"
"It's also possible that he is really poor and can't even afford a mustard bag! Haha, looking at his shabby dress, you know he is a poor ghost."
Their loud and unscrupulous ridicule, their words are getting worse and worse!
After hearing this, the young man in Qingpao frowned and glanced over there, but he still ignored them and walked forward.
Seeing his reaction like this, those stewards and guards were even more confident.
"Haha, what a coward, he was so mocked, he didn't even dare to say a word."
"People who are poor and have short ambitions, a poor ghost, and a pariah, naturally dare not have much temper!"
"If we irritate us and beat him to death, it will be for nothing. No one will be fair to him."
"Haha, that's right!"
A guard wearing a red armor flashed a joke in his eyes, directly blocking the front of the Qingpao boy, looking at him, and laughing jokingly:
"You untouchable, I think you can't even afford a mustard bag if you are poor."
"Well, now you kneel and kowtow to me, I will reward you with a mustard bag and let you put this broken knife in, how about it!"
As he said, he looked at the Qingpao boy jokingly.
A fierce color flashed between the green robe boy's eyebrows. At this time, he finally slowly raised his head, looked at the guard in red armor, and said lightly: "Get out of the way!"
"What? Let me get out? Boy, how dare you talk to me like this?"
"This humble untouchable!" The guard in red armor said with a cold look at the youth in the green robe.
Murder flashed in his eyes.
Someone next to him sighed softly and finished: "This young man is really a little unscrupulous, and he dares to offend the big family from Qingzhou!"
"He offended this guard, and I'm afraid he will be killed directly later!"
Many people nearby nodded one after another, agreeing with him.
This youth in Qingpao is exactly Chen Feng.
After Chen Feng left Ziyang Sword Field, he hurried towards Lingyao Town.
But he didn't want to put the Dragon Slaying Knife in the mustard bag, he was different from the previous Ming Lan and others.
Minglan and the previous Broken Blade were the firsts ever to take the Dragon Slaying Knife as a treasure and symbol, cherished it, and put it in a mustard bag.
In fact, his family is not a big family in Qingzhou City.
In Qingzhou City, he was often bullied by the children of those big families.
But after I left Qingzhou City, I felt completely different from the past.
He found that no one dared to provoke him after leaving Qingzhou City, which also made him extremely arrogant!
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the guard leader in heavy red armor standing next to him cast his eyes to one place.
After following the gaze of the guard leader, he lightly raised his brows, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's kind of interesting!"
It turned out that from the end of his sight, he saw a person and slowly walked over.
This person is a young man, tall and strong, wearing an ordinary green robe.
At a glance, I knew it was a civilian child.
What is striking is that he is carrying an extremely huge knife on his back, which is five or six meters in length and is much wider than him.
There was an iron chain tens of meters long wrapped around it. At this time, the boy tied the iron chain to himself.
This young man carried him on his back, so that people could only see the knife at a glance, and would even ignore the young man under the knife.
From a distance, it looks like this knife is moving by itself!
At this time, it was midwinter, and the cold wind was harsh, and he only wore a simple blue robe, sweat dripping down his forehead.
His clothes were soaked, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily.
Obviously, this giant knife on his back is a great drain on him! He was so tired that he shook his figure, and every step he took was very difficult!
But even so, the young man still held his head high and straightened his chest, like a javelin without bending!
At this time, not only them, but other people above the officialdom also saw this scene.
Everyone suddenly uttered a low exclamation!
"Such a big knife, how heavy is it?"
"I estimate that this knife will weigh at least ten to twenty thousand catties!"
"God, doesn't this mean that this young man is carrying a heavy object weighing ten to twenty thousand catties at this time?"
"Yes, this young man's power is really tyrannical, he is not very old, but I see from the power point of view, he at least has the cultivation base of entering the Tianhe realm! It's amazing!" A white-haired old man , Twirling his beard and sighed softly!
The old man who had just reprimanded the sturdy young man again slapped the stalwart young man on the back of his head and whispered:
"Have you seen? He is called a young Junjie! You were able to do it just now, that's just stupid!"
For a time on the official road, everyone, all the caravan's eyes were attracted by this young man, there was a lot of discussion, and his face showed awe!
And the boy, as if he didn't feel it, still moved forward with difficulty step by step.
At this time, the red-robed youth in the inn, his face became a little ugly.
He felt that this youth in Qingpao had robbed him of the limelight and made everyone focus on him.
When he was in Qingzhou, he was often ignored and looked down upon by others, so at this time he cared about whether others value him or not.
So, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said slightly mockingly: "It's just a pariah who can't even afford a mustard bag. What's to envy?"
At this time, the Qingpao boy was walking to the front of the inn, and he also heard this.
The boy in Qingpao paused slightly, raised his brows, but then walked forward.
He didn't even look inside the inn at all. He was still full of indifference in his expression, walking forward step by step!
Some people from the caravan looked at the inn and felt the eyes of others. The red-robed youth laughed and said:
"Why? Am I wrong? If he had the money to buy a mustard bag, would he not put the knife in the mustard bag? Instead, he carried it directly on his shoulder?"
"If he has a mustard bag but doesn't put this knife in it, that would be extremely stupid! So, either he is a poor man or a fool!"
"Haha, am I right?"
As he spoke, he burst into laughter.
The guards and stewards around him also laughed in sympathy, and they sneered at the Qingpao boy one after another.
"Yes, I see, this is an idiot."
"This broken piece of iron is so heavy that it can be put in a mustard bag, but he doesn't let it go. He is so tired that he is going to die! Isn't it a fool?"
"It's also possible that he is really poor and can't even afford a mustard bag! Haha, looking at his shabby dress, you know he is a poor ghost."
Their loud and unscrupulous ridicule, their words are getting worse and worse!
After hearing this, the young man in Qingpao frowned and glanced over there, but he still ignored them and walked forward.
Seeing his reaction like this, those stewards and guards were even more confident.
"Haha, what a coward, he was so mocked, he didn't even dare to say a word."
"People who are poor and have short ambitions, a poor ghost, and a pariah, naturally dare not have much temper!"
"If we irritate us and beat him to death, it will be for nothing. No one will be fair to him."
"Haha, that's right!"
A guard wearing a red armor flashed a joke in his eyes, directly blocking the front of the Qingpao boy, looking at him, and laughing jokingly:
"You untouchable, I think you can't even afford a mustard bag if you are poor."
"Well, now you kneel and kowtow to me, I will reward you with a mustard bag and let you put this broken knife in, how about it!"
As he said, he looked at the Qingpao boy jokingly.
A fierce color flashed between the green robe boy's eyebrows. At this time, he finally slowly raised his head, looked at the guard in red armor, and said lightly: "Get out of the way!"
"What? Let me get out? Boy, how dare you talk to me like this?"
"This humble untouchable!" The guard in red armor said with a cold look at the youth in the green robe.
Murder flashed in his eyes.
Someone next to him sighed softly and finished: "This young man is really a little unscrupulous, and he dares to offend the big family from Qingzhou!"
"He offended this guard, and I'm afraid he will be killed directly later!"
Many people nearby nodded one after another, agreeing with him.
This youth in Qingpao is exactly Chen Feng.
After Chen Feng left Ziyang Sword Field, he hurried towards Lingyao Town.
But he didn't want to put the Dragon Slaying Knife in the mustard bag, he was different from the previous Ming Lan and others.
Minglan and the previous Broken Blade were the firsts ever to take the Dragon Slaying Knife as a treasure and symbol, cherished it, and put it in a mustard bag.
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